So much has been going on in my life recently. I went from thinking I was perfectly normal to finding out I have a hereditary heart condition that I’ve passed down to my children.
I always tell people that I’m a firm believer that all things happen for a reason. One moment, I was doing something that normally wouldn’t have had any effect on me, and the next, I was being rushed to a hospital in another state. No one had ever noted I had an inherited condition. No one had ever noted in my medical history that I had a heart deformity. No one. And the people I could ask about medical histories? They have all passed away. The cardiologist in the hospital asked if their deaths were heart related. No. Cancer and COPD. Other relatives? One, you’re assuming that my family had normal relationships. Nope. I have no clue about my parent’s fathers. I do know that the fathers who raised them were not biologically related. That’s it.
Heart attacks? Not my dad, but my mom swore she had a heart attack, but she never went to the doctor for it. She sort of had an episode like I did where I felt something in my chest with my heart rhythm, and after that my EKGs stated I had an MI (heart attack). My grandmother (my mother’s mother) had to have a pacemaker in her 70s. No statement as to why. And her mother passed away suddenly when she was 2. Just dropped dead. My cardiologist stated that these were more than likely all related to HOCM. Hypertrophy Obstructive Cardiomyopathy. A fancy word for the fact that my heart muscle has built up fibrous tissue (probably like my breasts want to do the same and make my mammograms think I have cancer) from the inside out that has caused the left ventricle to get smaller. The downside to all of this? I am more susceptible to having another MI if I become dehydrated, put stress on my heart, or sick (because fevers can dehydrate you and sickness can place a strain/stress on the body). In my later future, I will need a pacemaker.
Due to all of this lovely goodness, I haven’t been able to get much accomplished. I had to wait on my boys to go with me to my storage building so that they could pick up totes (their hearts are like mine, but they are not as advanced) and heavy things. At least now I have access to all of my fabric and items I had made that were ready to ship. And yes, I do miss my sewing studio, but until things change, I am living with my son with limited space, hence having to have the storage building reorganized so that I could access my stuff without requiring heavy lifting.
Anyhow, I will be back to making more things. I promised myself that I would use up all of my excess fabric, and I have enough to start my own fabric store, so I have a lot of sewing to do. Look for new items hitting the shop soon!
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